Supreme Dragon Martial Soul - Chapter 642 - 318: Lord Tu’s Command!
Chapter 642: Chapter 318: Lord Tu’s Command!
Hearing Yu Lanxin’s words, Luo Cheng couldn’t help but take a deep breath.
He remembered the towns massacred by the Blood Nether Sect disciples.
The scene of blood flowing like rivers was still vivid in his mind!
Back when he accidentally encountered the Blood Crow True Master, the latter once said that in the near future, the Blood Nether Sect would surely make a comeback!
By then, not only the Great Yue Dynasty, the entire Yunlan Domain Group, and even the whole Eastern Continent, would fall under the enslavement of the Blood Nether Sect.
If that day truly comes, it would undoubtedly be a tremendous catastrophe. Under the rule of the Blood Nether Sect, ordinary people’s circumstances would be no different from beasts, and everyone would live in a hell on earth where darkness prevails.
For a moment, Luo Cheng couldn’t help but admire the Great Chu Empress, who single-handedly reversed the tide, annihilated the Blood Nether Sect, sparing the entire Yunlan Domain Group from disaster.
Seeing Luo Cheng’s expression change, Yu Lanxin shifted her tone and continued:
“Rest assured, everything has a price. Although Blood Nether Sect disciples can stimulate their potential and quickly enhance their strength, it’s at the cost of burning their lives. They generally don’t live long, even if they reach the Awakening Vein Realm and the Great Power Level, they often don’t live past a hundred years. Many people’s essence blood is depleted, and life force withered by forty or fifty.”
Normally, Awakening Vein Realm and Great Power Level strong people can live to about two hundred years, but Blood Nether Sect disciples can’t even reach half of that lifespan.
“This is the truly terrifying part.”
Luo Cheng shook his head and said, “Think about it, if someone knew they wouldn’t live long and has great power, what would they do?”
Yu Lanxin was slightly taken aback.
Luo Cheng continued, “They would certainly act recklessly, doing as they please, with no rules or morals to restrain them. Look at these blood-thirsty disciples of the Blood Nether Sect, each is bloodthirsty and fearless of death. If the Great Yue Dynasty falls under the control of the Blood Nether Sect, we will all be doomed…”
Upon hearing these words, Yu Lanxin quietly took a breath, she hadn’t thought of this layer before.
If the Luoxia Sect falls under the control of the Blood Nether Sect, the repercussions are unimaginable.
“Kill!” “Kill!” “Kill!”…
At this time, another wave of Blood Nether Sect disciples charged down from the mountain peak, numbering in the hundreds to thousands, each with a very strong aura.
“Engage them!”
Luo Cheng collected his thoughts.
There’s no use thinking too much now, only by improving his strength to the utmost — becoming stronger, stronger, and stronger!
Only in this way, can he confidently handle any changes in the future.
Splatter!
With sword intent stirring, Luo Cheng thrust out his sword, beheading a Blood Nether Sect disciple charging at him head-on, blood gushed out like a fountain from the neck.
Swish!
With a flash, Luo Cheng dashed towards the densest part of the Blood Nether Sect’s ranks, immersing himself solely in the slaughter, honing his Slaughter Sword Intent.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh…
Luo Cheng pushed the Mist Shadow Step to the extreme. Though he was only using Basic Sword Moves, he was shining with sword light, the sword skill getting faster and faster, each strike as astonishing as a deer hanging its horns, a pegasus soaring in the sky.
One by one, Blood Nether Sect disciples fell, every wound was at a fatal point, all were slain in a single strike!
In an instant, Luo Cheng had charged to the front, creating a distance from others, and behind him lay the bodies of numerous slain Blood Nether Sect disciples.
“Strange, it’s clearly the same Basic Sword Moves. How come I feel that each of his strikes is faster and stronger than the last?”
Zhu Lingmei looked at Luo Cheng’s figure with a perplexed expression.
Boom!
Pang Yueyang blasted several Blood Nether Sect disciples apart, dismissively saying, “An illusion, surely.”
Luo Cheng’s sword skills were indeed fierce, but in Pang Yueyang’s eyes, no matter how fierce, they were merely basic sword skills.
Only Yu Lanxin’s brows slightly furrowed. As someone who also comprehended the Nine Percent Sword Intent Prototype as a Quasi-Sword Intent Swordsman, she saw many different things.
Zhu Lingmei’s feeling was not wrong, Luo Cheng’s every sword strike was indeed increasing in power.
This improvement was minuscule and could only be vaguely sensed by those who had fought against Luo Cheng and were Quasi-Sword Intent Swordsmen like Yu Lanxin.
“To think he’s comprehending sword intent amidst this great battle, seemingly understanding some insights. Just how terrifying is this guy’s aptitude in the Sword Dao…”
After all, Basic Sword Moves are basic sword moves. The only thing that could transform their quality was sword intent!
This left Yu Lanxin speechless.
After comprehending the Nine Percent Sword Intent Prototype, every little improvement was very difficult for her, while Luo Cheng was progressing so effortlessly.
This disparity left the usually calm and composed Yu Lanxin’s mind somewhat unsettled.
Sizzle! Sizzle! Sizzle…
Luo Cheng’s movements were light and elegant, and where the sword light reached, death followed.
He didn’t know how many swords he had struck, nor how many people he had killed. With time passing, his understanding of sword intent became increasingly clear, as if only a thin veil separated him from the Perfection of the Sword Intent Prototype. Just a gust of wind could reveal its true form!
Continuing to kill tirelessly, Luo Cheng advanced swiftly, unknowingly, he was already less than a hundred meters from the peak top.
The summit of the mountain.
The entire peak top looked as if someone had punched the mountain head off, leaving only a huge bowl-shaped pit.
In the center of the pit was an unfathomable abyss, filled with ominous clouds, faint blood light glimmered, like the bloody maw of a terrifying beast!
Around were steep cliffs, upon which stood over a thousand Blood Nether Sect disciples. Among them, more than a dozen had exceptionally strong auras, each aura comparable to the Top Ten Seed Disciples, with some even stronger than Wu Taiyue!
“They’re already about to charge up. What on earth is Lord Tu planning by having us build this base and create such a great spectacle?”
Everyone looked towards a scar-faced man dressed in black, standing in the lead.
The scar-faced man in black shook his head, “How would I dare ask for Lord Tu’s orders? He only told us to hold this place at all costs and try to kill young prodigies, without telling us anything else.”
A black-clad man turned back to look at the abyss, saying, “What’s in there that even we’re not allowed to go inside?”
They were commanded to build this place, yet not one of them had entered the abyss, filling them with curiosity.
“Since Lord Tu ordered it, he must have his plans. We just follow orders, why think so much! Or do you dare disobey orders?”
A black-clad man with a gaunt face and graying hair stood out, letting out a cold laugh.
Hearing this, the others were immediately silenced, their faces revealing fear.
They had seen firsthand the consequences of defying Lord Tu’s orders, where death was a relief.
The withered black-clad man looked down the cliff and immediately noticed Luo Cheng, his eyes narrowing:
“To have comprehended the Nine Percent Sword Intent Prototype at such a young age, what a Sword Dao prodigy. This person alive will undoubtedly be a stumbling block in our path to domination! Who will join me in killing him?”
“I’ll go!”
“Heh heh, count me in. I love snuffing out these young geniuses in the cradle! Especially those in the Sword Dao!”
Two black-clad men at the Top Ten Seed Disciples level stepped forward.
